Luyện nghe bài hát Wu-Gambinos

And in our line of work, we need all the we can get
Tony Wind is the name, he works for a drug ring in America
Who to kill him?
No information, say yes or no
One point million
Alright, you get what you want -- no object
They're all clean, no serial numbers,
And there are head bullets, in the clip

[Raekwon, Ghostface, (Method)]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo-yo, come the cop man
Yo Starks here, come here Sun
Come for a minute!
Aiyyo hold up hold up
Shit we gotta go to the store for more soda
Yo yo yo get your fuckin, yo made of glass nig!
Get big Adidas off my moms table man!
Get the off it man.
Yo just chill man, the Cristal man.
is greedy man, damn.
Big ass shits.
Yo man you ain't none of that weed in here man.
man.

Bobby
go to the store man
Sup
Get baking soda.
(Yo!) Let's cut the pie ways
(Noodles) We off with two mil kid
(Rollie Fingers, no doubt coming through)
La cosa
(Johnny Blaze!)
(Lou Diamonds!)
kid.
(Tony Starks)
Universal
(Original claat bad bwoys)

Chorus: Man

Who come to get None. They want guns!
I be the first to set off shit, to run
Wu together as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he like one

Verse One: Method Man, a.k.a. Blaze

it
Scriptures hit the body like off shotties
Like my hair notty and my snotty
a nigga hottie, that whole pussy probably
Burn the deserts of Mogabi, for real
Ain't nuttin fraudulent here, we
a new frontier, this be the Wu yeah
Thirty-six chambers of fear, huh, you it
Information leakin out faucets, hmmmmm
Time to your crown and leave the ground
There's a new sheriff in town holdin it
It's the two holster, shot smoker
Wanted or alive, bounty on the poster
in the West, a student of my culture
And is the test, hold up
Let a nigga catch his breath, we payin dues
And the last one is death, back to the
With shit you stressin, this rap profession
Now Tical, the son of the Shaolin
Isle plus my style, pays
The times and days, Johnny fuckin Blaze

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef, a.k.a. Lou

This for niggaz who know
Wu grow like llello, ley no
Plus in Barbados
be givin me much shit, the dutch shit
Stay cool papi, seize it with enough
Back at the lab a, bagged up
Yo niggaz act up, what blow up the workers if hafta
Senoritas, fuckin up a storm guards margaritas
Suckin his dick, up in the long
Designed for rhyme prime jail time jiggas
Them niggaz up in Height figures niggaz
Silks Wally-Wear rolled chain yeah
Jakes beware rap millionaires
Rock leather goose bears blowin this year
One hundred gambino niggaz yeah

Wu roll as one
I call my brother Sun 'cause he shine one

Verse Three: RZA, a.k.a. Steels

Solid crown is shinin
Solid gold, it Sun yo
Solid gold be shinin and blindin like some diamonds
I be pioneerin the style in the cloud silver linings
Double breasted, proof vested, well protected
The heart the rib the chest and solar plexus
Castin stones, crackin two-hundred and six
And watch yo' ass get to a sea of fire and brimstone
How dare you it with dim pones
The overfiend like noah bean green souls with a soldier
The grand exquisite imperial oh is it
The Ryzarector to pay your ass a visit
Local bio-chemical, giant, the black general
shots to Davy Crockett on the bicentennial
Happen millenium two thousand microchips two of penicillin
goes up your adrenalin son it's time for
It's a mileage resemblin niggaz who like
inside your projects like a genie inside the bottle

Verse Four: Master

God steppin upon holy down of the track
It's the sound that and hurts me like I'm under attack
So I decided to down on the mic
So the pain of the track won't the fact
That I'm the Master, for what lurks, is an
That hurts the individual who to visual-ize under
'cause I strike, like
Niggaz couldn't my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up respiratorial
Systems are fractured by the killa
Style is ragged and thoughts are mad
Enter the entity, my
Is three hundred and degrees of humidity
Represent the school of hard knocks and my
Clan is hoss and got mad moss for so
the force of impact from the iron side of
The gat as I attack the
From the blind side of the pack, Starks the chrome
Watch a get blown out his muthafuckin dome
piece, deceased, to rest

Verse Five: Ghostface Killer, a.k.a. Starks

Yo, aiyyo I got to serve my way, move give me room
Holdin up your saloon, clean sweep, a broom
Full moons make me howl like a wolf outta
Sold only new vocal cords I heard on Gef
So step back, to the lab at, high
My teammate, enhance well like a pharmacy
Fuck horado pablos plan growas
Goodfellas we know, best sellas novels
The man rockin bands, silk scarves and jams
Early british rock, playboys, mocks, and shams
The laser vocalist does well at symphonies
Bad days, watch me ice right outta Tiffany's
Remember them kids that came off 8 million
Robbed the Brinks and I labelled in pavillions
Them flower heads must been stupid
Tell me how the fuck niggaz get caught wit all that loot kid
jet money, undaground money
Submarines and too bad you fucked up dummies

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